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Beth was UNCHARACTERISTICALLY silent; for a pirate that relished in her mouthy ways, she was making a valiant effort to keep to herself. She warmed her hands on the heated sand of her favourite beach ( not too far from her shack nor Vaas' compound ) , and only now bothered to speak: "Do people like me, or simply pretend to to keep the peace?" Whiskey peered at her with a tilted head.

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     Dealing with the privateers was not only exhausting but aggravating to no end. Most ran their mouth and had a bark far worse than their bite. She was insubordinate from time to time but in a situation like this she was always respectful to the ones that guaranteed she got her money. What made things better was Piper was a hell of a superior and appeared to know what she was doing. Faye was more than happy to follow along with her and at least with Piper she didn’t have to worry too much about some guy trying to swing his dick around to impress her and any other female in the vicinity. So when one of them ran their mouth at her, she was ready to break bad.

     However, her companion didn’t feel it was necessary. Shame. Either way she obeyed, sheathing her sword, albeit, a bit disappointed. Piper also made a good point that she didn’t need to cause Hoyt do dock her pay any more than he already head. Luckily, the disappointment was quickly replaced with excitement. Their shift was over and soon enough the next poor bastards would be arriving to take over. The prospects of beer and food was too good an opportunity to pass up even if it was a bit of a trek. There was always a chance they’d find a bit of trouble to get into along the way.

          “You’re speaking my language now,” she grinned, walking over and wrapping her arm around the other woman’s shoulders. It certainly beat hanging around this place and watching the idiots make complete fools of themselves. Turning on her heels, she guided Piper away from the group of men and toward the exit. “A nice little trip would do us some good. Some decent food and drinks. I think we’re owed a little relaxation and fun. Besides, I’m a fun drunk don’t you think?” She teased before letting her arm fall.

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     The sun was high, reflecting off the ocean’s surface in a blinding white light. White sand was untouched, protected from the bumbling beach goers that left their trash and other waste behind. However, a single pair of foot prints made their way from the grassy dunes down to the water’s edge. A small cooler and towel shaded by red and white striped beach umbrella left abandoned. And in the water, surfed a young woman. She had discovered the private beach some time ago and made it her go to place when she just needed to escape the world and forget everything. Large bluish-green waves rolled toward the beach, some curling over with large white caps. Faye would ride the largest ones in, tanned skin glistening in the summer as the wind played with her dark auburn hair. 

     There was no competing for the best waves and no one to cat call or harass her. It was just her, the open ocean, and the creatures that called the sea home. A few hours passed and she decided to take a break, paddling just beyond where the waves started to curl. The undulating motion as waves rolled beneath her was calming. Straddling the board, she stared at the beach, kicking her feet in the water before suddenly looking around. And odd sense that she wasn’t alone started to fall over her like an old itchy sweater. Large sharks weren’t too common in this area, even in the deeper waters but there was something else. A shadow could be seen just beneath the waves but with the light reflecting and the way the waves moved it was difficult to tell just what it was besides the fact it was much larger than her.

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     Had she known she would’ve received such a philosophical reply that not only enlightened her but also made her feel pretty bad about herself she might’ve said something different. She had meant it as a joke but with Marigold’s response, especially about beauty being in the eye of the beholder and how an ugly heart would shine through. That in particular sent a pang of guilt and worry through her. Her past, like many others, was littered with hardships and misfortunes but unlike some she’d allowed her feelings to take hold and dictate her actions which hurt others. She saw her heart as fairly ugly considering she still had a rage that was always ready to consume her.

            “Hey, don’t even worry about it,” she quickly smiled, hoping to push any negative thoughts of her mind. There was a mission she needed to focus on and didn’t need to worry about a pity party for herself. Not when she had been hired to assist in protecting the people. Steeling her emotions, Faye placed a box on one of the carts in an attempt to help before dusting off her hands and walking over to offer her hand to the woman.

          “Not annoyed. I tend to talk a lot myself so it’s nice to come across another chatter box. Nice to meet you Marigold, I’m Faye, and here to assist in the caravan’s protection as well,” her smile remained. “You done this type of work before?” If she was going to be helping then she wanted to know the others who were hired to help and be sure she could rely on their skill and experience. They’d be crossing through some dangerous territory including an area full of Deathclaws.

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     It was past noon and Jules was only starting to stir from a death-like sleep. The night before had been one most would consider a night to never forget from the amount of drugs and alcohol he had consumed but was just a normal Tuesday night for him. It’d be blurred and forgotten like the rest of his life. The only fun part would be if he got to retrace his steps and rediscover what he had done in his inebriated stated. More often than not it started with him snorting cocaine off a stripper or crashing some frat party and chugging their entire keg which only escalated as the night went on. Slowly, as he began coming to he realized he was haphazardly resting on a lawn char, his lower half on the ground and his head and arms draped over the seat. Wiping the drool from his mouth he lazily looked around, noticing the manicured hedges and law. 

     Maverick. He’d found his way to Maverick’s home and wondered if perhaps he’d roped his companion into some fun or just tripped over a sprinkler and passed out again. Glancing down he was dressed in nothing but a pair of boxers that didn’t belong to him and a woman’s bathrobe. How exciting. Grunting, he slowly picked himself up, squinting against the brightness of the sun with a disdainful expression before making his way to the house’s back door. His legs wobbled like a new born gazelles but this didn’t keep him from pushing forward until he collided with the door. He checked the handle and wasn’t quite sure if he was trying to open it the right way and found it to be too early to think that much. Jules slid across the side of the house to the window and peered in.

          “Mavvvverriiiicckkkk,” he whined like an impatient child, “I’m hungwy, lemme in,” he tapped on the glass a few times with the palms of his hands before cupping his hands around his eyes to peak through the window once more to see if his pitiful pleas would be answered. 

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Dear Steve Haines,

Fuck you! You're a clown. An entire circus. Whenever you enter a room, Benny Hill music plays. I've stepped on cheeseburgers in the middle of the street with more grace, decorum, and dignity than you could ever possess. You're fucking goofy. If you were on fire and I had a bottle of water, I'd drink it. There is literally no reason for you to stand there, polo shirt buttoned all the way up, looking the way you do. You're so basic that if someone dropped you in acid, it'd balance the pH levels. You're so unnecessary that I wanna make a religion based on you and then become an atheist just so you stop existing to me.

You shithead. I don't even know why I'm so bothered by your existence. People think you're so charismatic or whatever the fuck. To me, you're about as charismatic as a strap-on covered in sand paper. If you were the trophy at the end of the upcoming race I'm going to, I'd walk backwards. I suggest you walk backwards, too.

Straight to Hell.

♡ Vi.